Somebody like me

It was already noon, the arena was full of blood and yet I sat no foot on it. 48 people died during this time and not a single winner had chosen me. The other four people besides me, the four with the highest count, were tired. Full of sweat and almost unable to catch their breath, and yet, not a single soul chose me. Up until this very fight, who will be the 49nth person to die during this whole disaster. It pains me to do it because the person I have to kill is an elf. I should at least give him a quick and painless death. I jumped to the arena, the whole ground was covered in bright red color. The same color that I previously used to bathe in. My opponent… I remember him, he was at the table, the one that spoke to me, the only one that showed courage.